I want to tell him it’s impossible, our largest event drew what, 30, 40, do we even know 100 students, but something stops me
“You need to choose to fight this monster or he’ll get the better of you. You can live a happy life, you can break free of this. The first step is to want to get better.”
What does that feel like, to be at peace with your lot in life, even if that lot is standing at the corner of Kikar Shabbos and Malchei Yisrael on a cool Jerusalem morning, annoying everyone within a ten-mile radius?
It was different before the birth, what did he have then? Grainy images, a sound like a horse or a train that they said was a heartbeat, a baby that seemed all Denya’s — and now the baby’s here, and he’s his
I need to tell him about Esti Kay. Like, on the date. Tomorrow. So any hope of sleep are obviously things of the past
It was when we lost our apartment that Ronny fell apart, seven years of blistering, blazing anger unleashed
